this sentence is giving me a migraine
Iggy’s gonna be the first real superstar female rapper you guys ignore Lauryn and Missy’s grammy’s and critical acclaim ignore Nicki’s platinum albumS and sell out tours and critically acclaimed mixtapes ignore it all, ms crocodile dundee dropped one mediocre 8 track mixtape and did 2 songs that everyone only knows the chorus too SHE’S the one to watch!!!
The most depressing part of this is that lat month Nicki Minaj actually broke the record for the most appearances as a lead, collaborative, or featured guest artist on the Billboard Hot 100. But nah, forget her, she’s not important, let’s all gush about how successful Iggy Azalea is instead.
What I had for breakfast this morning is more important than Iggy Azalea.
Dad on cultural appropriation. (conversation was in Spanish)Me: Hey Dad, I have a question
Dad: Alright, lets see if it's within my reach
Me: What do you think of cultural appropriation?
Me: Cultural appropriation.
Dad: I think you mean acculturation.
Me: yeah, I do. But I was using the term the Social Justice Morons use.
Dad: It's a necessary part of being human, you can't just keep the one culture all of your life!
Me: So how offended would you be if a bunch of white people started speaking Spanish?
Dad: Offended? I would be glad, at least they speak my language!
Me: What if a white guy made tacos?
Dad: what kind of taco? why would I be offended? Did I invent it and patent it?
Me: Nope, just an ordinary taco made by a white guy.
Dad: Why would I be offended? It would like a German guy getting offended because I grilled a hamburger
Me: Well, because it's a Mexican food, it was discovered and is integral to Mexican culture. What if a white person doesn't respect the history of the taco.
Dad: When the woman who first created a taco did that, did the Angels descend from heaven with a deed and a copyright form signed by God informing us that only Mexicans can make it?
Me: Nope. It's just a taco.
Dad: Precisely, it's a taco, eat it. I would actually be happy for that white guy, tacos are pretty good.
Me: What if Tyler wanted to celebrate El Dia de Los Muertos? On his own?
Dad: Tell him to pace himself the skulls are made of pure sugar.
Me: What if he wanted to celebrate El Dia de la Independencia?
Dad: Culture is not something handed to you by God to protect and nurse, it's just something that happens to you, and when you think you have it figured out, it changes. That's what cultures do. They change. You know what these people are trying to do, right?
Dad: They want us all to hate each other and not speak to each other. They want us Mexicans in Mexico, Afro-Americans in Africa, Asians in Asia and none of us talking or being nice to each other. With no resources, no trade, no rights, and only the one language that only we're allowed to speak so that we can't communicate with anyone outside. And that's after they'd kill off all the white people. They're like the KKK, if the KKK didn't have balls.
Me: I arrived at the same conclusion.
Dad: Make yourself a coffee.
Dad: Just be sure it's Mexican *laughs*
our biology teacher brought a skeleton to class yesterday and now everyone’s treating it as if it’s a part if our class i’m going to
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS EVANS THOUGH
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT OTHER GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS HEMSWORTH
What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly? —
My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
These hit the blunts tweets 😂😂💀
this is the laziest fucking gang I’ve ever seen
this description made me think of a bunch of Greasers jut laying all over the sidewalk like ragdolls and they only raise their hands to snap their fingers when someone passes by
"At some point you realize you have to be closed-off, because you don’t want to get close to people and get let down again."
- Capricorn (zodiacsociety)
Like a proud father.
Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery
on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.
see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’.
How come I didn’t know this
Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.
So hear me out
if Jesus just like showed up tomorrow, started turning water into wine, walking on water again and shit
you think people would maybe rethink things, maybe convert, right?
then tell me this
In the Marvel universe
isn’t everyone Norse
Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
Dad: Fuck the government.
Dad: Fuck the school board.
Dad: Close the door.
Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
Dad: I love puns.
Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
Dad: Please shut up.
Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
Dad: They act like I care what they think.
Dad: I hate homework.
Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.
This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Trynna contain the feels you’re catching like …
How I feel